"I actually had a better idea..." Vizet took over with a smile, raising a finger and pointing upward.
Just then, countless flashes appeared in front of him at the same time.
It seemed that as the International Confederation of Wizards Congress moved on to the awards segment, the reporters who had been waiting for so long could finally swarm forward and take a flurry of photographs of the people about to go onstage.
Vizet looked in the direction of the flashbulbs and could still see Rita Skeeter and her photographer standing in the front row.
George's mind worked quickly, and he immediately understood what Vizet's gesture meant. "Oh! That bomb on the moon!"
"Shouldn't it be called a Nuclear Bomb?" Fred caught on too. "They say it's terrifyingly powerful! It sounds like Muggles are all scared of it!"
"But if that's the case..." Fred and George both looked eager to give it a try. "It'll definitely scare the life out of anyone looking for trouble. Worth a shot!"
"Fred! George!" Percy looked horrified when he heard the words "Nuclear Bomb." "What are you talking about? Don't give Vizet ideas about strange things like that!"
Although he still did not understand exactly what a "Nuclear Bomb" was, from watching people's expressions and listening to their words over the past few days, he understood that the so-called "Nuclear Bomb" Muggles talked about was at least as terrifying as a large-scale Killing Curse.
"Percy! That's where you're wrong!" Fred shook his head. "When we were at school..."
"Usually, Vizet was the one inspiring us!" George added. "So you see! You still underestimate Vizet!"
Even after Serena Pendragon left with her companions, the awards segment continued for a very long time.
The reporters never stopped taking pictures. Flashbulbs rose and fell one after